I couldn't see any convenient object I could use for my purpose so I had to resort to using my hands. By the time I had given him twenty hard spanks o... each flabby buttock, my hand was stining and needed a rest. I groped between Mr Dobringer's legs and gently squeezed his balls. Suddenly he stiffened and grunted and the air became tainted with the bleachy smell of fresh semen. And I hadn't even touched his cock."Get out," he whispered, more a plea than a command.I collected my phone and left Mr. She quickly removed her paw from her crotch and scowled at the bear, furious with him for watching her as she pleasured herself, even if it was still mostly innocent. She was about to speak when she realized that the bear had not, in fact, been watching her exhibitionism, but that he apparently had simply fallen asleep beside the river. Cocking her head gently to the side, Marion let her eyes slip down on Little John. He wasn't the Friar, she told herself. Nor was he even remotely close to. There were two large sleeper couches that were pulled out into a bed and covered by white knit bedspreads. On the one on the left was Claire, clad in the sheer red negligee and sheer black thigh-high stockings with lacy bands on top. She had on the red heels she was wearing when she died. Claire was posed sitting back against a couple of pillows with her luscious long legs positioned just wide enough apart so that her bush and pussy were visible as you looked up under the negligee. She had. I’ve seen them.The trouble is, even when hypnotized, you can’t make someone do what they don’t want to do. Trust me - I’ve tried everything, but if you push someone too hard when they’re under, they just wake up.What you can do, however, is work out when people will do things. Like take Lucy - she would never normally show me her tits.She’d never show me her tits.But if we were at a nude beach, if she was showing the world ... sure. Then it wouldn’t be so weird for her brother to see her tits..